I don't know if this is the best category, but the only one I could find that might apply. If you don't like bisexual women, don't read on. * Who says fantasies don't come true? Well actually, I had something that happened to me that was so too-good-to-be-true that I hadn't even actually fantasized about it before -- although I would have if I had ever th...
He always loved big firm breast, it was more than an obsession to him...it never mattered to him if the women that owned full sized breast were small or full figured he was attracted to huge breast, as big as his head even, and he was a slim petite man, but oh how he loved sucking them, burying his head in them, feeling them in his hands...he liked taking th...
I noticed three things when I pushed open the door at The Morning Buzz. Some guy, cap on backwards, was sitting at a table near the left-hand side window, leaning over his laptop and licking his lips. An older woman, hair highlighted in bright red and dark brown, was sitting at a table in the back, trying to stir her coffee while a cellphone was tucked betwe...
Short and to the point. That was how she'd described herself to me when she was my client. Kate. A little woman, always dressed in a shell suit and top, three hoop earrings per ear, a baby in her arms. Blonde hair scraped back in a ponytail, face scraped clean of makeup, all the high hopes with which she'd left school at the age of 16 gone in the interveni...
The school year finally over, the current PTA board was gathering for a final time. A party. Fortunately, they were a remarkably hot and clever bunch, so what might have been a chore had the makings instead of a delightful night. Ned was cute: fiercely forthright, charismatic and quick, with twinkling eyes and an athletic build. Lucy's petite-ness was an...
For those of you that responded so positively to the first part of this story, the following is a continuation of Dot's adventures at the biker rally. If you didn't read the first in this series, the title is "The Rally." After playing all day, Dot was worn out, but asked me about the Naked Bitch Ride. I told her that it was like a parade, and all the bitch...
Mariah was aware of the time she didn't want to be late. The day got away from her. She had to quit taking last minute calls. Swishing sounds greeted her as she opened the double glass doors to her last appointment. One she wouldn't miss for anything. That's when she saw him. He was dancing with a woman. His movements were so sensuous. A gasp caught in her...
My name is Andrew James Clicheau. Friends call me Andy or A.J.C. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the history-making state of Massachusetts. I'm originally from the city of Port-Au-Prince in the Island Nation of Haiti. These days, I'm finding that life simply couldn't be better. I mean, things are just going right. Ever had that feeling? We...
I would personally like to thank Jon for his services. Jon with out you I would not be submitting this story. Your editing and comments are greatly appreciated. Thanks to everyone who reads this story...My first of what I hope are many to come... Rachel * What a long day at work. Mike and I are working together-- we are of course flirting and joking. We...
The room fell silent as she glided into the room and sat down at the bar. Dance music vibrated through her ears as she started the young people lewdly gyrating on the dance floor. Disgusting, she thought as she ordered a whiskey sour and contemplated her night. It had been a long time since she had left the house and gone out on a blind date. Ever since sh...